what do you do when you cross the sea without me? 

on this warm night, I stand outside in the blue dark. 

I wear a bathrobe over my pajamas 

and old crocs that are faded purple 

it's almost night on the Tyrrhenian Sea 

homes glow like stars on the cliffside 

and waves of green lap against the side of the boat 

there is a storm approaching, 

there is something about those eyes that kept me chained to this love

for they seemed to be the first that I couldn't see right through

as if rather than a window to your soul

they were a wall.